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WARNING: This story may contain bad language, violence and self harm.
Mr Shue was banging on that door like his life depended on it. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but he was scared like hell. What if she kills herself, what if... NO. She wouldn't do that. Think about it Will, she is a smart girl, she is someone who wouldn't do that, she said it herself. 'I'd miss myself too much.' He could hear Santana saying it in his head. He tried to bang on that door one more time, just once more, maybe she would answer this time.
'Santana! I swear if you don't open these doors right now I will fucking knock them down!' Mr Shue yelled, surprised at his anger. He got a few looks from students, they had never heard a teacher swear like that before, but that didn't bother him. 'Right, you asked for it, whatever you are hiding. I don't mind what it is, I'm coming in!' He yelled. As he went to kick the door, it flew open before he even managed to touch it. There she was. Santana, all covered in blood. She grabbed his arm violently then pulled him into the bathroom. The sound of the lock was heard. That was all it took for the students to start giggling about what Mr Shue and Santana might get up to, she was known to be a school slut, she had slept with almost every guy at this school at least 3 times...
Before Will could get anything out of his mouth, which was completely dry, so even if he wanted to speak, it would come out as a croak, Santana embraced him into a warm and tight hug. She rested her head on his shoulder lightly and sighed. After a while, Will pulled away and looked deeply into Santana's eyes, the pain was obvious, her eyes were usually a beautiful brown, but were now just turning black. Will wasn't sure if it was from the pain and the hurt, or if it was from the loneliness she was feeling...
'Santana... Why...?' Will sighed, running his hand through his curls once again. 'I never thought out of all the people I teach, you would be the one that would do this.'
'I'm s-s-so sor-sorry M-mr Sh-ssh-shue...' Santana stuttered, suddenly bursting into tears.
'Santana, I- dont know what to say?' He questioned. 'Look, we need to clean you up.'
'N-no! I want to bleed to death.' She snapped, turning around like a stubborn 5 year old.
'Okay, then at least tell my why' He started to say, but Santana turned around, her fists clenched.
'NO! DON'T YOU FREAKING UNDERSTAND YOU IDIOT I DO NOT WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT! WHY WOULD I TELL YOU ANYTHING ANYWAY! YOU ARE ALWAYS COMPARING ME TO RACHEL FUCKING BERRY, I BET SHE'S YOUR FAVOURITE GIRL TO GET IT ON WITH!' She spat at him, nearly punching him right in the face, but stopping in her tracks, realising he was only trying to help, and he was her teacher after all. Will's expression said it all though, it was filled with both shock and worry.
'How dare you? How dare you speak to me like that young lady?' Will's voice started to increase in volume. 'You walk around here, "getting it on" with all the guys at this school, and you think you can just talk to me like that when I'm just trying to help you? I mean Santana, you aren't a child anymore! I understand if you have a little hate for yourself somewhere inside, sure, everyone does! But cutting yourself, and when someone comes to help you say NO? I can't belive you. Santana Lopez, what the hell is wrong with you?' He finished his rant, breathing heavily, regretting some of what he just said, because Santana was now on the floor in tears.
'Mr Shue, I... Look, can you please back off? If it isn't enough, my dad doesn't even care about me. Wait, let me freaking back up, my step dad doesn't even care. But now that I think about it, my real dad probably didn't too because he just left me and my mum all by ourselves, that is why I am so fucking messed up!' She screamed, and with that she unlocked the door and ran out onto the parking lot.
No one cares about you Santana Lopez, you are a stupid idiot. You should just go home and let your stepdad abuse you, it's harsh but at least he gives you attention... The voice in Santana's head echoed, that was the voice she always gave into, but, Mr Shue was giving her attention, and it was nice... Why did I run out? Santana asked herself. No, it was no use thinking what if, hopefully her stepdad wouldn't be home and she could get some rest, first of all though. She got a few tissues, and a bottle of water she kept in her bag and cleaned up her cuts. Next she drove off in the direction of her house.
It was pretty big, her stepdad, Greg, was a rich and smart man, but very mean and an idiot. She stepped out of her car and headed over to her front door. She stood there for a few minutes taking in the fresh air, it would soon be destroyed by the smell of alcohol. Santana decided to walk in, her legs turned into jelly as she opened the door.
'Santana Lopez...' Greg called from the living room.
'Yes, Dad?' Santana called back, whilst dropping her bag onto the floor and walking over to the kitchen fridge for some orange juice.
'Come here to save us shouting back and fourth.' Greg mumbled, rather loudly.
Santana did as she was told, otherwise, something bad would happen to her...
'I need you to do something for me...' A smirk was plastered on his face.
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